Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 201

DAMIEN’S POV

“You can stop staring now,” she teased, her lips curling into a small playful smirk as she pulled out the chair and sat down gracefully.

I let out a soft chuckle, rubbing the back of my neck to hide how caught off guard Iv

“So,” I cleared my throat, leaning forward, “how was your night?”

“It was alright,” she replied, her tone calm buth!

“Mine was okay,” I nodded, forcing my voice

gaze briefly drifting, like her mind was already occupied with other thoughts. “And yours?”

sound casual. Then I added, “Again, congratulations on your win yesterday. You were basically the centre

of attention. Honestly, I didn’t even expect you to bid that amount.”

She crossed one leg over the other and folded her arms lightly, her expression turning a bit more serious, though the corner of her lips twitched as if she found my surprise amusing. “Sometimes when you want to get something done, you have to go extreme,” she said. “Plus, I was tired of playing with them.”

“That guy, Adrian Westwood,” I said, lowering my voice slightly. “It seemed like he was after more than just the car. But… Well, he couldn’t achieve it.”

“That’s the past now,” she replied almost instantly, her voice firmer, as if shutting the door on the topic completely.

“You’re right,” I agreed, raising my hands in a small surrender. “But winning that car will live with you in the past, present, and future,” I added, letting a playful grin spread across my face. “Which is why I think we should celebrate.”

Her brows rose just a bit, curiosity breaking through her guarded look. “As tempting as that may sound,” she started, the amusement fading slightly, “I can’t drink much alcohol or go clubbing. I have my plate full now that my dad is coming over.”

“Who said anything about clubs or alcohol?” I laughed softly, shaking my head. “No, no, I’m talking about something different. Something calm. Probably like the time we went out when we first arrived in the city. Remember that?”

She paused, her expression softening as she clearly recalled that day. “Hmm… well, I did enjoy my time that day,” she admitted, her tone lighter. “So tell me, what do you have in mind this time?”

“Like I said,” I began, leaning forward with more excitement than I meant to show, “I want us to do something unique. And what’s more unique than a nice canoe ride down the lake?”

“What?” she repeated, breaking into laughter that sounded so genuine it caught me off guard.

“Are you serious?” she added, still smiling, though

searched mine to see if I was joking

“Of course I am,” I said, my grin widening as I nodde

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think it would be a good way for us to bond. Away from all the noise and business talk.”

“You do realize that it’s almost impossible to find a clean lake in New York, right?” she pointed out, amusement dancing in her eyes.

“Don’t worry,” I reassured her, feeling my heart pick up slightly just seeing her amused expression. “I have my ways.”

She raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “I find that hard to believe, given that this is your first time in America,” she teased, her voice carrying that soft humor that always made her so captivating.

She tilted her head slightly, studying me as though trying to decide whether to challenge me further or play along. “Hmm… and how long are we planning on spending there?” she finally asked, a playful challenge lingering in her tone.

“Maybe an hour or two,” I shrugged. “But you know how it is–when you’re having a good time, time runs really fast.”

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She held my gaze for a moment longer, then finally nodded. “Alright then,” she said, pushing her chair back as she stood up. “I guess I should prepar myself.”

Her voice carried a faint warmth that told me, despite her walls, she was genuinely considering it not just humoring me.

It might sound silly, but getting her to say yes to this felt like a small victory. It wasn’t the first time we were going out together, but somehow, I had a feeling this trip would be different–special, even. Maybe it was because it wasn’t about business, power, or reputation. It was just us, and maybe, I could get her to open up a little more.

Of course, there was the small detail of me having never actually been in a canoe before, let alone knowing how to paddle one. But how hard could it be? It’s just water and a paddle, right?

A few minutes later, the door opened and Olivia stepped out. My eyes lifted, and I froze for a moment. She wore denim shorts paired with a black crop top, her hair tied loosely behind her head. It wasn’t anything flashy, but it was the most casual I had ever seen her–and it caught me completely off guard.

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